There were kingdoms hidden beyond the mortal world. Places where humans dared not wander. Where wolves ruled the forests beneath silver moons, witches whispered spells older than the mountains, and vampires lived in castles concealed by darkness. But there was one kingdom spoken of only in hushed voices. The Northern Kingdom of Elaria. A kingdom protected by an ancient bloodline so powerful that even the oldest supernatural creatures feared its name. And within the heart of that kingdom lived a child who should never have existed. Her name was Amoura. She was only two years old. Small enough to still be carried in her mother’s arms. Young enough to know nothing of the world beyond the enormous stone walls of her home. She had soft, dark hair that fell around her tiny face and unusual eyes that seemed to change beneath the light. Sometimes they appeared violet. Sometimes silver. And sometimes, when her emotions grew too strong, they glowed crimson. No one knew what she truly was. Not even Amoura. She had been born from three bloodlines that were never meant to cross. The blood of the Wolf. The blood of the Vampire. And the blood of the Witch. Three supernatural species that had spent centuries divided by hatred, war and ancient laws. Yet somehow, within Amoura, all three existed as one.Her parents had known the truth. They had also known the danger. For Amoura was not simply a child carrying three forms of supernatural blood. She was something entirely different. Something the ancient texts had warned would one day be born. The Tri-Blood. The first being capable of wielding the strength of all three supernatural races without being consumed by any of them. And if the wrong creatures discovered her existence, they would come for her. That night, they did. ***DISSCLAIMER*** This is an original story created by myself. Any versions or copyrights created will result in legal action.